The Golden Crossing

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Chapter One The tin mines of Cornwall had long since ceased their rhythmic thumping, leaving the landscape silent and eroded into a spit of rock that jutted stubbornly into the grey Atlantic. In the boarding house at sixty-three of Candlewick Row, the air was still, heavy with the scent of damp wool and old tea, and I stood before the window watching the fog swallow the street. I was Lester...

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